Their Perfect Fallacies

State Of Mind

   I raised my arms in defense and shoved my face to the right, my eyes firmly shut and lips clenched in a painful grimace as my hair was sent flying with the fiery heat rolling off the fire in waves. As the initial blow of the intense heat blew over i turn my face back to the origin of the fire, opening only an eye and keeping my arms up guarding my face, not that they were doing much, and took note of the fire licking and eating away at my house, devouring my childhood memories and any hopes i might have had about living in this house any longer. For a few second all i could do was stare, teary eyed not just because of the heat. I stared as the fire took everything i owned away from me and turned it into ash, irreversible damage demolishing my home and I just wanted to run to my mother. 

   But of course, i had more pressing matters at hand.

   Like, for example, staying alive.

   I snap into action, the binding spell cast on me dispelled as I cough several times before releasing my arms and dropping them to my sides to get a proper view of the front door, now literally enveloped in flickering blinding flames, making it very hard to focus and determine where exactly the exit is.

    If there was an exit anyways. Is that tree still there?

    I swallow several gulps of poisonous black smoke for what its worth and gag them back up, chocking on my own saliva; yea life is very hard right now, and I need to leave ASAP. As I stood coughing and contemplating whether or not i'd survive jumping through the fire in my doorway, the staircase I was taking refuge under collapsed, making the flames only roar louder, as if angered, or excited that they were able to cover such a massive area in such a short amount of time. I leap several steps away from the flying debris emitted from the shattered staircase and make up my mind; it was either die here, or die trying to get out, and I chose the latter.

      I wipe the sweat covering my forehead and trickling down my face and and blink several times, trying to wet my dry eyes as i feel a second coughing episode rising in my throat and I force it down. I don't have time to deal with that, I need to get out of here or die trying.

      Determined, I push my left foot backwards, bend my knees, put my hands back up to shield my face from the flames and furrow my brows in concentration.

      Letting out a strangled war-cry, I run full speed to the door. The closer I came to the flames the more my eyes narrow, till they were completely shut and I could feel my eyebrows singe, the hair on my arms and face catching fire, feeling like I'm being cooked alive. In the darkness behind my closed eyelids, it felt like I was running mile, the flames dancing like phantoms, taunting me, and no matter how much I worked my legs, I never seemed to come even close to the door. The heat was only increasing, and I finally succumbed to the hacking coughs that tore at my dry throat, and my knees gave way as I fell, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, and i open my eyes- through my tears and shudders i could see that my efforts were futile, the door was still 3 meters away; it was as if I never moved. At this point, my body's biological urge to stay alive was so great, it was as if I was drowning but could not save myself- I need to take a breath, but its hopeless, and it was such a melancholy feeling, this hopelessness, as if nothing in the world could save me.

     I feel like i'm at the bottom of a pit of despair, bound to die here and now, when i could have done so much and lived for so long. 

    In feeble attempt, i made to grab at the all-too-faraway door.

    I want to live.

    As if on cue, the flames experienced a disturbance in their flicker, and made way as a solitary leg, clad in black boots and camouflage black pants, and as it emerged from the flames, it looked, despite the darkness of its attire, as a savior from heaven. This leg, as expected, was followed by another of its kin, and with it came a complementary upper body, clad in all black - a knee-length coat with a dress shirt underneath, and a parody of a top hat that sat on a long, harsh face, looking no younger than 30, that had a smile plastered on it so firmly it looked as if it can only be removed by force.